Disclaimer : The characters are David Shore’s property.
I simply can’t accept that Huddy is over. That’s why I write this short fic. Hope you’ll like it.
The scene takes place at the end of «Bombshells » and I take some scenes I saw in the promo for ep 16, but the rest is just the fruit of my imagination and the refusal to see broken Huddy.
House was totally devastated after Cuddy left him, after the break up. He had hoped that this time again Cuddy would come and save him from the drug, but it didn’t happen, and he took this vicodin, although he perfectly knew that wasn’t the solution. But at least for a few hours he would be stoned and wouldn’t feel the pain.
Cuddy was as devastated and heartbroken as House, she couldn’t stop crying her eyes out, her sister didn’t know how to help her, Cuddy was so down, it was awful. She never saw her sister like this and she wished so much she could do something to make things better, to put these two screwed up persons back together, because she knew that House was in the same state of despair as Cuddy.
The morning after, neither Cuddy, nor House was able to go to work. Wilson was worried about his friends, he called them several times but didn’t get any answer. House’s team was worried too and wondered what could happen.
Wilson decided to go to House’s appartment but it was empty, nobody was there. He went then to Cuddy. He found her in a pathetic state, her face, so beautiful usually, was ravaged on night spent to cry her love.
-Cuddy, my God, look at toi ! What happened ?
-I…I…, Cuddy can’t speak, she begins to cry so violently that sobs shake her whole body.
-Cuddy, what have toi ?, Wilson asks and takes her in his arms, trying to comfort her as he can. Where’s House ? Do toi know it ? Is he here with toi ? Cuddy, please, tell me ! You’re scaring me !, Wilson shouts, there’s fear in his voice.
After a while, Cuddy succeeds in articulating in a breath : I screw it up, Wilson, I broke up with my l’amour last night. And she keeps on crying. I wish I didn’t do it, but … toi have to find House, he took vicodin, I’m scared for him, God knows what he’s going to do, please, find him, and tell him, I … I want him back. And while saying this, Cuddy looks at Wilson with so sad, so desperate eyes that Wilson’s cœur, coeur melts.
-I’ll find him, Cuddy, I promise, and then you’ll make up, I’ll help you, I promise, Wilson says so calmly and so confident as possible at this moment. Then he goes. Cuddy looks at him and thinks « I hope you’ll find him ».
Wilson is now very worried about House. Where can he be ? How will he react after such a collapse ? Wilson decides to call one plus time House before getting in his car , maybe he ou someone will answer this time. Wilson is about to hang up when this voice so familiar réponses him :
-Hey, Wilson, I see toi always worry about me !, House says. There’s a lot of noise behind him, girls’ voices, music, ringing of glasses…
-House ! For God's sake where are you?
-Keep cool, I’m fine, I just relax with some hookers and a good dose of alcohol, some magical pills.
-House, tell me where toi are, I’m coming ! Wilson says firmly.
-You don’t need to, I’m fine, really, I’m fi…, but House can’t end his sentence, that’s too much for his broken heart.
-House, where are toi ? I’ve a message, a sweet message of Cuddy for you, réponses Wilson who feels that something is going wrong with his friend.
-……
-House, tell me, please !, Wilson insists.
-I’m …. I’m in the Palace Hotel, room 305. And he hangs up.
Wilson stands there a few secondes without moving. Suddenly he feels a hand on his arm, he turns to see who it is. And he sees Cuddy, not the beautiful, funny and strong Cuddy he knows, but a fragile, a deep hurted Cuddy.
-Do toi find him ? Is he ok ?, she asks.
-Yeah, I found him, but I’m not sure he is ok, he seems drunk and …
-And ?
-I think it’s better toi go accueil and wait my phone call.
-Wilson ! And … ? What were toi going to say ? Please ! I need to know !, Cuddy says, almost hysteric.
-No, I don’t think toi need ou toi want to know, Wilson réponses and feels so sorry for her. How could he tell her the truth, how could he tell her that her lover is drunk, stoned and with many hookers in a hotel ?
-I’m coming with toi !, she says firmly and calmly.
-No, no, that’s absolutely not a good idea. Stay here and I’ll call toi as soon as I am with him.
-Wilson, it was not a request, it’s a fact, I’m coming with toi !, and while saying that, Cuddy gets in Wilson’s car.
-Well, I suppose I haven’t the choice !
On the way to the Palace Hotel, they don’t say a word. Wilson throws from time to time fast looks to Cuddy, she seems Lost in her thoughts, in dark thoughts. Why did I break up with this man ? Of course, he’s far from perfect, but I’m not perfect myself. He made a lot of efforts to answer my needs, and Rachel’s ones too. He is the best lover a woman can dream of, he can be soft, tender, romantic and strong, with him I feel so good. I never felt so alive as in his arms, I never felt also woman, so beautiful, so desirable as in his arms, I was unique. And I threw all this up, I screwed up this beautiful l’amour ! House, can toi forgive me ?
-Cuddy ! Cuddy ! Are toi ok ?, Wilson shakes her.
-Oh, yeah, I was just thinking… Is he here ? In this hotel ?, she asks and looks at the hotel.
-Yes, he’s here. Don’t toi prefer to stay here in the car and wait until I tell toi to come ?
-No, I’m coming with you, HE’S MY BOYFRIEND, she says almost shouting and crying.
-Ok, you’re coming, Wilson réponses a little afraid. He never saw Cuddy like this, she is on the verge in hysterics and of a psychological collapse.
They go out of the car and go in the hotel. Do toi want a room ?, an employee ask them, with a little smile.
-No, no thank you, says Wilson. Why are toi looking at me like that ?
-No offense, Mister.I just thought toi and the woman with you…
-She’s not with me, ok, well not with me like toi mean !, Wilson says annoyed.
-So toi won’t mind if I try to pick up her, she’s really stunning !, réponses the employee with a glance filled with desire towards Cuddy.
-What kind of man are toi ? Wilson exclaims bewildered par so much lack of tact. Does not this idiot see that Cuddy is ravaged par the despair? How can he think of her as a sexual object ? Then Wilson turns to Cuddy and suddenly he understands this moron, she’s so beautiful, she seems so fragile, we want to embrace her, to comfort her, we want ...
-Wilson ? Wilson, are toi ok ? Is there a problem? Can we go to House’s room ?
Wilson goes out of his daydream, but where has he the head? What was he thinking of ? What a bad friend he is ! Cuddy is House’s girlfriend and one of his friend, he has no right to think about her in this way ! Com’on Wilson, recover !
-Wait a minute !, he says and then turns to the employee : Is Mister House in his room yet ? that’s room 305.
-Mister House, room 305 ? Let me see ! He picks up the phone, waits a few secondes and says : No, what he looks like ?
-He’s tall, he’s limping, he has a cane, he …
-Oh, that man, I see, a real jerk ! He’s outside in the garden, in the jaccuzi. Go ahead and then on your right, he adds in front of the inquiring glance of Wilson.
-Thank you, réponses Wilson.
-Hey madam that would tell toi to have a drink with me, and plus if affinities, toi see what I mean, he says to Cuddy with a smile up to ears and a lustful light in the glance.
Cuddy looks at him and réponses in an icy voice : boy can dream ! And she goes to the garden, Wilson follows her and can’t help smiling in front of the vexed face of the young employee behind the counter. What a formidable woman she is ! Again this feeling, this horrible and sneaky feeling which invades his heart, this shameful feeling which insinuates itself little par little into his cœur, coeur and into his soul. SHE’S HOUSE’S GIRLFRIEND, SHE LOVES HOUSE, he keeps repeating it to himself.
Wilson recovers his sense, he’s now in the garden and what he sees leaves him speechless : first he sees House, he’s in the jaccuzi with two women, probably hookers, he has a glass in one hand and his other hand is around a hooker. He’s laughing, but that’s not a happy laughing, he seems completely drunk and stoned, he seems to challenge Cuddy. Then, Wilson turns his head to look at Cuddy. She stands near the jaccuzi, she seems petrified, she can neither move, nor say anything. She stares at House, that’s a wrenching scene !
Wilson may know his friend, defend him whatever he made, there, he goes too far! He has no right to humiliate Cuddy so, he has no right to hurt her as he does ! Wilson feels the anger rising in him, he’s terribly angry at House.
Cuddy is still staring at House, and suddenly she seems to recover. She knows what she has to do. She begins then to undress slowly without leaving the eyes of House which fix her with challenge, then little par little with surprise and to finish with desire. He pushes the two hookers - who are protesting, but he doesn’t care- away from him without stopping looking greedily at Cuddy’s perfect body. Wilson cannot believe what he sees. And he isn’t the only one, some other people stop doing what they were doing to look at Cuddy, and most of the men seem to appreciate the show. Even the young employee is here and can’t remove his eyes of Cuddy’s body.Wilson feels the need to go and stop her, but he can’t move, she’s too fascinating. Once in underwear she goes slowly down in the jaccuzi, always staring at House, she nears him, caresses his cheek with one hand while she puts her other hand on his neck, her eyes in his eyes she says in a barely audible voice "I l’amour you, I'll always l’amour you, I'll always be yours" and then she kisses him. He kisses her back, lets his hands go slowly up and down her spin, presses her against him. People around them begin to applaud and congratulate them. House removes then his lips of the lips of Cuddy, looks her straight in the eyes, smiles to her and declares: never! I missed toi so much, I l’amour toi plus than anything in the world, toi are my absolute priority. And he kisses her and hugs her. And a wonderful smile illuminates her face.
I simply can’t accept that Huddy is over. That’s why I write this short fic. Hope you’ll like it.
The scene takes place at the end of «Bombshells » and I take some scenes I saw in the promo for ep 16, but the rest is just the fruit of my imagination and the refusal to see broken Huddy.
House was totally devastated after Cuddy left him, after the break up. He had hoped that this time again Cuddy would come and save him from the drug, but it didn’t happen, and he took this vicodin, although he perfectly knew that wasn’t the solution. But at least for a few hours he would be stoned and wouldn’t feel the pain.
Cuddy was as devastated and heartbroken as House, she couldn’t stop crying her eyes out, her sister didn’t know how to help her, Cuddy was so down, it was awful. She never saw her sister like this and she wished so much she could do something to make things better, to put these two screwed up persons back together, because she knew that House was in the same state of despair as Cuddy.
The morning after, neither Cuddy, nor House was able to go to work. Wilson was worried about his friends, he called them several times but didn’t get any answer. House’s team was worried too and wondered what could happen.
Wilson decided to go to House’s appartment but it was empty, nobody was there. He went then to Cuddy. He found her in a pathetic state, her face, so beautiful usually, was ravaged on night spent to cry her love.
-Cuddy, my God, look at toi ! What happened ?
-I…I…, Cuddy can’t speak, she begins to cry so violently that sobs shake her whole body.
-Cuddy, what have toi ?, Wilson asks and takes her in his arms, trying to comfort her as he can. Where’s House ? Do toi know it ? Is he here with toi ? Cuddy, please, tell me ! You’re scaring me !, Wilson shouts, there’s fear in his voice.
After a while, Cuddy succeeds in articulating in a breath : I screw it up, Wilson, I broke up with my l’amour last night. And she keeps on crying. I wish I didn’t do it, but … toi have to find House, he took vicodin, I’m scared for him, God knows what he’s going to do, please, find him, and tell him, I … I want him back. And while saying this, Cuddy looks at Wilson with so sad, so desperate eyes that Wilson’s cœur, coeur melts.
-I’ll find him, Cuddy, I promise, and then you’ll make up, I’ll help you, I promise, Wilson says so calmly and so confident as possible at this moment. Then he goes. Cuddy looks at him and thinks « I hope you’ll find him ».
Wilson is now very worried about House. Where can he be ? How will he react after such a collapse ? Wilson decides to call one plus time House before getting in his car , maybe he ou someone will answer this time. Wilson is about to hang up when this voice so familiar réponses him :
-Hey, Wilson, I see toi always worry about me !, House says. There’s a lot of noise behind him, girls’ voices, music, ringing of glasses…
-House ! For God's sake where are you?
-Keep cool, I’m fine, I just relax with some hookers and a good dose of alcohol, some magical pills.
-House, tell me where toi are, I’m coming ! Wilson says firmly.
-You don’t need to, I’m fine, really, I’m fi…, but House can’t end his sentence, that’s too much for his broken heart.
-House, where are toi ? I’ve a message, a sweet message of Cuddy for you, réponses Wilson who feels that something is going wrong with his friend.
-……
-House, tell me, please !, Wilson insists.
-I’m …. I’m in the Palace Hotel, room 305. And he hangs up.
Wilson stands there a few secondes without moving. Suddenly he feels a hand on his arm, he turns to see who it is. And he sees Cuddy, not the beautiful, funny and strong Cuddy he knows, but a fragile, a deep hurted Cuddy.
-Do toi find him ? Is he ok ?, she asks.
-Yeah, I found him, but I’m not sure he is ok, he seems drunk and …
-And ?
-I think it’s better toi go accueil and wait my phone call.
-Wilson ! And … ? What were toi going to say ? Please ! I need to know !, Cuddy says, almost hysteric.
-No, I don’t think toi need ou toi want to know, Wilson réponses and feels so sorry for her. How could he tell her the truth, how could he tell her that her lover is drunk, stoned and with many hookers in a hotel ?
-I’m coming with toi !, she says firmly and calmly.
-No, no, that’s absolutely not a good idea. Stay here and I’ll call toi as soon as I am with him.
-Wilson, it was not a request, it’s a fact, I’m coming with toi !, and while saying that, Cuddy gets in Wilson’s car.
-Well, I suppose I haven’t the choice !
On the way to the Palace Hotel, they don’t say a word. Wilson throws from time to time fast looks to Cuddy, she seems Lost in her thoughts, in dark thoughts. Why did I break up with this man ? Of course, he’s far from perfect, but I’m not perfect myself. He made a lot of efforts to answer my needs, and Rachel’s ones too. He is the best lover a woman can dream of, he can be soft, tender, romantic and strong, with him I feel so good. I never felt so alive as in his arms, I never felt also woman, so beautiful, so desirable as in his arms, I was unique. And I threw all this up, I screwed up this beautiful l’amour ! House, can toi forgive me ?
-Cuddy ! Cuddy ! Are toi ok ?, Wilson shakes her.
-Oh, yeah, I was just thinking… Is he here ? In this hotel ?, she asks and looks at the hotel.
-Yes, he’s here. Don’t toi prefer to stay here in the car and wait until I tell toi to come ?
-No, I’m coming with you, HE’S MY BOYFRIEND, she says almost shouting and crying.
-Ok, you’re coming, Wilson réponses a little afraid. He never saw Cuddy like this, she is on the verge in hysterics and of a psychological collapse.
They go out of the car and go in the hotel. Do toi want a room ?, an employee ask them, with a little smile.
-No, no thank you, says Wilson. Why are toi looking at me like that ?
-No offense, Mister.I just thought toi and the woman with you…
-She’s not with me, ok, well not with me like toi mean !, Wilson says annoyed.
-So toi won’t mind if I try to pick up her, she’s really stunning !, réponses the employee with a glance filled with desire towards Cuddy.
-What kind of man are toi ? Wilson exclaims bewildered par so much lack of tact. Does not this idiot see that Cuddy is ravaged par the despair? How can he think of her as a sexual object ? Then Wilson turns to Cuddy and suddenly he understands this moron, she’s so beautiful, she seems so fragile, we want to embrace her, to comfort her, we want ...
-Wilson ? Wilson, are toi ok ? Is there a problem? Can we go to House’s room ?
Wilson goes out of his daydream, but where has he the head? What was he thinking of ? What a bad friend he is ! Cuddy is House’s girlfriend and one of his friend, he has no right to think about her in this way ! Com’on Wilson, recover !
-Wait a minute !, he says and then turns to the employee : Is Mister House in his room yet ? that’s room 305.
-Mister House, room 305 ? Let me see ! He picks up the phone, waits a few secondes and says : No, what he looks like ?
-He’s tall, he’s limping, he has a cane, he …
-Oh, that man, I see, a real jerk ! He’s outside in the garden, in the jaccuzi. Go ahead and then on your right, he adds in front of the inquiring glance of Wilson.
-Thank you, réponses Wilson.
-Hey madam that would tell toi to have a drink with me, and plus if affinities, toi see what I mean, he says to Cuddy with a smile up to ears and a lustful light in the glance.
Cuddy looks at him and réponses in an icy voice : boy can dream ! And she goes to the garden, Wilson follows her and can’t help smiling in front of the vexed face of the young employee behind the counter. What a formidable woman she is ! Again this feeling, this horrible and sneaky feeling which invades his heart, this shameful feeling which insinuates itself little par little into his cœur, coeur and into his soul. SHE’S HOUSE’S GIRLFRIEND, SHE LOVES HOUSE, he keeps repeating it to himself.
Wilson recovers his sense, he’s now in the garden and what he sees leaves him speechless : first he sees House, he’s in the jaccuzi with two women, probably hookers, he has a glass in one hand and his other hand is around a hooker. He’s laughing, but that’s not a happy laughing, he seems completely drunk and stoned, he seems to challenge Cuddy. Then, Wilson turns his head to look at Cuddy. She stands near the jaccuzi, she seems petrified, she can neither move, nor say anything. She stares at House, that’s a wrenching scene !
Wilson may know his friend, defend him whatever he made, there, he goes too far! He has no right to humiliate Cuddy so, he has no right to hurt her as he does ! Wilson feels the anger rising in him, he’s terribly angry at House.
Cuddy is still staring at House, and suddenly she seems to recover. She knows what she has to do. She begins then to undress slowly without leaving the eyes of House which fix her with challenge, then little par little with surprise and to finish with desire. He pushes the two hookers - who are protesting, but he doesn’t care- away from him without stopping looking greedily at Cuddy’s perfect body. Wilson cannot believe what he sees. And he isn’t the only one, some other people stop doing what they were doing to look at Cuddy, and most of the men seem to appreciate the show. Even the young employee is here and can’t remove his eyes of Cuddy’s body.Wilson feels the need to go and stop her, but he can’t move, she’s too fascinating. Once in underwear she goes slowly down in the jaccuzi, always staring at House, she nears him, caresses his cheek with one hand while she puts her other hand on his neck, her eyes in his eyes she says in a barely audible voice "I l’amour you, I'll always l’amour you, I'll always be yours" and then she kisses him. He kisses her back, lets his hands go slowly up and down her spin, presses her against him. People around them begin to applaud and congratulate them. House removes then his lips of the lips of Cuddy, looks her straight in the eyes, smiles to her and declares: never! I missed toi so much, I l’amour toi plus than anything in the world, toi are my absolute priority. And he kisses her and hugs her. And a wonderful smile illuminates her face.
